flstandardbreds Chapter 369 Tyrant
Chapter 369 Tyrant
In a magnificent palace in Murcia, golden sunlight shines into the spacious room through the carved window lattices, creating a luxurious and lazy atmosphere. The walls of the palace are covered with colorful tapestries depicting various beautiful scenes. In the center of the room is a large bed, and the head of the bed is surrounded by silk curtains with exquisite embroidery, creating a small world that seems to be isolated from the world.
On this big bed, there lay a fat Kushan man, wearing a golden crown on his head and his body leaning lazily.
Around him, a dozen Kusha women wearing colorful saris surrounded their king like flowers. Each woman's sari was colorful and light, exuding a unique elegance and charm. Their fingers gently and skillfully massaged him, and the delicate fragrance filled the air, making people intoxicated.
One of the women laughed softly, holding a gorgeously decorated wine glass in her hand, and slowly poured in the amber-colored wine. Another woman picked up a small plate woven with delicate gold threads, which was filled with fresh grapes. The fruits were plump and sparkling with water droplets, which looked extremely tempting. She gently put the peeled grapes to the fat man's mouth with a playful smile on her lips.
"Come, your majesty, try this."
She said softly, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. King Murcia opened his eyes slightly, opened his lips slightly, and let the grape slide into his mouth, with a satisfied expression on his face. His fingers gently tapped the mattress, as if he was enjoying this unparalleled luxury.
The whole room was filled with laughter and a warm atmosphere, as if time had stopped at this moment and all the troubles and disputes of the world were left far away.
At this moment, the voice of the guards was heard at the door. The voice was as loud as a bell, breaking the joyful atmosphere in the palace.
"Your Majesty, the slave transport team was attacked. The officers and soldiers who escaped are waiting for your summons outside the door!"
When King Murcia heard this, his expression instantly twisted into a look of rage. His fat body trembled, as if even the fat on his body was shaking. He stared coldly at the few Kusha women who were still serving him, and waved his hand and ordered:
"Everyone, stand down!"
All the women left in an instant, and the atmosphere in the room became depressing and tense. King Murcia's anger was like a volcano about to erupt, difficult to control. Even the servants beside him looked nervous and uneasy, waiting for the king's orders.
Soon after, officers and soldiers entered the room one after another. The officer, sweating and frightened, knelt before the King of Murcia and narrated in an urgent tone:
"Your Majesty, the situation is urgent! Our transport team was attacked by the heavy cavalry of Kusha in the south. We suffered heavy losses and all the slaves in the team ran away."
A look of doubt gradually emerged on King Murcia's face, and his facial features seemed to be tense because of anger, making him look particularly ferocious.
"What are you talking about, what is going on?"
"The leader of this group of enemies is a Kushan monarch named 'Mameti II'."
The officer continued with a trembling voice and stammering:
"He was dressed in Kushan clothing, and he had a large group of heavy cavalry with him, all of them Kushans. We couldn't resist their attack at all!"
King Murcia widened his eyes and said to himself:
"Mameti II? The Kushan monarch of the south?"
He had never heard of this name, and frowned in dissatisfaction. He couldn't help but feel suspicious, wondering why a Kushan monarch suddenly appeared in the territory of the southern pagans, and why he posed a threat to his city of Murcia.
When his anger subsided a little, he looked at the officers and soldiers kneeling in front of him, and said in a low voice with strong pressure:
"Is everything you said true? Is this a conspiracy?"
A young soldier puffed out his chest and answered tremblingly:
"Your Majesty, it is true. We are also shocked. That Mamtim II not only spoke harshly, but also... said some bad things about you."
"What?"
King Murcia frowned again and asked angrily.
"He said that he would lead his troops to attack Murcia in a few days and capture you!"
The soldier's voice trembled and he seemed particularly nervous.
"Be bold!"
King Murcia stood up angrily, his fat body trembling in anger, and his voice was as deafening as thunder:
"Catch this deserter and chop him up!"
After giving the order, two guards in golden armor rushed in and grabbed the soldier and dragged him out of the door. The soldier wailed in despair:
"Sir, I am innocent! It was that Mamtim who said that!"
However, no matter how he begged for mercy, the King of Murcia remained indifferent and expressionless. A few minutes later, accompanied by a shrill scream, a guard walked into the room carrying a brass plate. On the plate was a human head, bloody and disgusting, and the air was filled with the smell of death.
"Feed it to the dogs! How dare you, a tactless person, disturb my pleasure."
King Murcia waved his hand disdainfully and gave a cold order.
After the guards left, the room fell silent instantly. King Murcia had a gloomy face and was still furious. He stared angrily at the trembling officers and soldiers. His eyes were like knives, piercing the panicked officers and soldiers.
"Listen!"
King Murcia said angrily:
"You must hand in the full amount of slaves this month, or you'll end up like the soldier just now!"
In an oasis in southern Murcia, the sun shines through the blue sky onto the golden sand, making it look particularly hot. A dozen knights in white robes and Kusha helmets are busy cleaning up the battlefield. In front of them is a mess, with corpses and unattended weapons lying there quietly.
In the distance, several slaves were lined up in an orderly queue, silently waiting to receive food and water. Their faces were expressionless, their bodies were dirty, and their eyes showed despair and exhaustion.
This batch of food and water is limited, so everyone must use it sparingly.”
The voice of the leader, Mamtim II, was as gentle as the spring breeze, but it revealed a hint of unshakable majesty. The slaves nodded silently, and some stretched out their hands hesitantly, fearing that the food and water would be snatched away in the next moment.
After pacifying the slaves, Mamtim II slowly turned around and rode to a sand dune. Seeing that there was no one around, "Mamtim II" finally took off the golden mask.
"It's so hot, and the Kushans' clothes aren't cool either."
After taking off his mask, John wiped the sweat off his face and complained after loosening the white Kusha robe he was wearing.